Fifteen people and the bomber were killed. Green’s niece, Chana Nachemberg, the mother of a 3-year-old girl, remains hospitalized in a coma to this day.

Green can still smell the fire, see the blackened face of the wild-eyed madman. But he refuses to cower, as the terrorists want. Seeing evil up close has only made him defiant.

With his wife and two stepchildren, he’s moving in June to a town on Israel’s northern coast near Netanya, scene of the Passover Massacre.

“I worked in an urban school. I fight. I do crazy things,” he said. “But I figure if I was in the Sbarro and survived, God didn’t want me to die.

“This is the answer to terrorism. More people should move there.”

He is not alone. This coming Sunday, Chedva Herskovics, who is just 18, is leaving her Long Island home to resume her studies in Jerusalem.

“I’m not going to tell you I’m not afraid,” said her mother, Estee. Nonetheless, she supports her daughter’s choice.

To those who ask how he can allow his eldest daughter to enter a war zone, Chedva’s father, Michael, puts it this way:

“We cannot ignore our responsibility to awaken the souls of the next generation any more than we can live in denial of just how much the current generation of brothers and sisters in Israel needs us to stand with them.”

Chedva said simply, “When it’s your country, it’s part of your life.

“You can’t live in fear. You have to have faith.”

One looks at these beautiful families, taking grave risks for something greater than themselves. And you think: If more people moved to Israel, maybe it would tell the terrorists that, for every Jew murdered, more will take their place.

Israel is at war with an enemy bent on its destruction. So is the United States. And our enemies are one and the same.